(0245) the light at the end of the tunnel or a parallel universe hidden in these outdated maps
i record with a camera in the back of my mind.
it's fourth and goal, but i'm still twenty points behind.
the clocks - they change - but time never passes by.
i try to race you, but i never take off from the starting line.
i haven't had a sip since i closed my eyes.
seems impossible to taste, but it doesn't hurt to try.
i'm building my coffin with nothing pretty inside.
there will be no one to my left and no one to my right.
i'll stay in one place until they make water out of oil
and pour it into my veins through this hardened crust of soil.
you'll dig me out, and we'll dance on top of my grave
there will be no blood, and there will be no need for time nor space.
the embargoes were lifted, and i had to go to sleep without you.
i get stuck to silly reasonings without adhesives such as tape or glue.
the bombs in my eyes were falling without purpose,
and the explosions i saw never even made me feel nervous.
i count up the change, and i tear off this page.
i slipped on a loose thought as i was walked out of this cave.
it only seems to gets worse with each passing hour.
i'll admit that i'm much more bitter than sweet or sour.
and if they come to take me, i won't go down without a fight. i'll pour confusion like cement and light their house on fire without the slightest scent of smoke. the convection will stretch from the seeds of this deprivation to the leaves still blowing in the wind. it'll cover the bodies left over from your cancerous deceipt... in the end, there will be nothing useful to harvest, and the ground will cease to conform to our flagrant and misplaced, silent offerings. a book full of death to the extent that it's living and a pen full of ink to the extent that it's drowning. say goodnight before the cyanide and carbon monoxide say it for you. a chamber of eternal hibernation awaits. our innocent memories of youth will clean up the remains once and for all. don't be shocked by what you witness there. it's only for tonight.
it's fourth and goal, but i'm still twenty points behind.
the clocks - they change - but time never passes by.
i try to race you, but i never take off from the starting line.
i haven't had a sip since i closed my eyes.
seems impossible to taste, but it doesn't hurt to try.
i'm building my coffin with nothing pretty inside.
there will be no one to my left and no one to my right.
i'll stay in one place until they make water out of oil
and pour it into my veins through this hardened crust of soil.
you'll dig me out, and we'll dance on top of my grave
there will be no blood, and there will be no need for time nor space.
the embargoes were lifted, and i had to go to sleep without you.
i get stuck to silly reasonings without adhesives such as tape or glue.
the bombs in my eyes were falling without purpose,
and the explosions i saw never even made me feel nervous.
i count up the change, and i tear off this page.
i slipped on a loose thought as i was walked out of this cave.
it only seems to gets worse with each passing hour.
i'll admit that i'm much more bitter than sweet or sour.
and if they come to take me, i won't go down without a fight. i'll pour confusion like cement and light their house on fire without the slightest scent of smoke. the convection will stretch from the seeds of this deprivation to the leaves still blowing in the wind. it'll cover the bodies left over from your cancerous deceipt... in the end, there will be nothing useful to harvest, and the ground will cease to conform to our flagrant and misplaced, silent offerings. a book full of death to the extent that it's living and a pen full of ink to the extent that it's drowning. say goodnight before the cyanide and carbon monoxide say it for you. a chamber of eternal hibernation awaits. our innocent memories of youth will clean up the remains once and for all. don't be shocked by what you witness there. it's only for tonight.
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